Part Three

Meanwhile a few minutes ago, I came back home with my groceries only to find Meleeza not in the living room as she stayed before I left. I thought maybe she got bored and stayed with Jehan in his office. As I approach his office I could hear a slight moan coming from the room. As I walk closer and closer the moaning became louder. I was curious and appriached his office silently only to find Meleeza my daughter's best friend wrapped her lips around my husband's cock and he was high from the pleasure.

I was angry at first but then aroused upon seeing what's happening between them. I was aroused to see that Jehan was having fun and being pleasured by our daughter's best friend. I didn't talk abuut this with Jehan but I was meaning to discuss with him about if me and him could invite another partner into our bedroom to spice up our sex life without my daughter's presence in the home of course.

I always wondered how it felt like to see my husband fuck a girl or getting fucked infront of me. Then I thought that this was the perfect time to explore that side. So I watched them quietly and enjoyed myself as Jehan and Meleeza was having a good time. Then I decided to confront both my husband and his little new mistress to see their reaction.

Meleeza's heart pounded in her chest as she heard my voice. The room seemed to spin around her, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. Jehan's hand instinctively went to pull his pants, trying to cover himself up, but it was too late. Renu had seen everything.

"Having a little fun are we?" I asked again, my voice dripping with a mix of anger and something else—something Meleeza couldn't quite place.

Jehan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His face was flushed, and his breathing was heavy. Meleeza stood up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She looked at me, who was now standing just a few feet away, my eyes fixed on Meleeza with a strange intensity.

"I'm sorry, Aunty Renu," Meleeza stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It wasn't what it looked like."

I took a step closer, my gaze never wavering. "So how was it, honey? Did you like it? Did you like sucking my husband's cock, you slut?"

Meleeza's breath caught in her throat. She could feel my fingers tightening slightly around her neck, the pressure just enough to make her nervous but not enough to hurt. She swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

"Answer me!" I demanded, my voice low and threatening.

"Yes," Meleeza whispered, her voice trembling. "Yes, I liked it."

My eyes narrowed, and I released my grip on Meleeza's neck. "Good," I said, my tone softening slightly. "Now show me how you sucked my husband's cock, you fucking whore."

Meleeza hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. But before she could think too much about it, I glare forced her into action. She knelt down in front of Jehan, his cock already half-hard again, and wrapped her hand around it. She glanced up at me one more time, seeing both satisfaction and something else—curiosity, maybe?—in her eyes.

Meleeza took Jehan's cock into her mouth, her lips pressing against the tip. She felt him grow harder in her mouth, and she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the shaft. She could hear my breathing getting heavier, could see her watching intently, my hands resting on her hips.

Jehan's hands reached down, threading through Meleeza's hair as he guided her movements. He let out a low groan, his body tensing as Meleeza continued to suck him off. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she tasted the saltiness of his skin as she moved faster, her own arousal building with each passing second.

I stepped closer, my presence looming over them both. Meleeza could feel my eyes on her back, burning into her skin. She didn't dare stop, didn't dare look up, even as I spoke again.

"That's it," I murmured, my voice husky. "Show me how much of a slut you really are."

Meleeza slowly pulled away, his cock slipping from her mouth with a soft pop. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. My expression was unreadable, my gaze was steady as I watched Meleeza.

"Is that all you can do?" I asked, my voice cold and calculating.

Meleeza swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "No," she whispered, her voice shaking. "There's more."

My demand hung in the air, a heavy, electric tension that seemed to buzz between the three of us. Meleeza's heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow and quick. She could feel the residual wetness from Jehan's cum still clinging to her lips, a reminder of what had just transpired. She looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity, unsure of what to do next.

Jehan, still standing beside the table, was also caught off guard by my request. His cock, which had only just begun to soften, twitched at the thought of fucking Meleeza while I watched. He glanced at me, seeing the determination in my eyes, and knew there would be no backing down. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached down and began stroking himself, coaxing his erection back to full hardness.

I smiled, satisfied with Jehan's response, and then turned my attention to Meleeza. "Come here," I commanded, my voice firm but not unkind. Meleeza hesitated for a moment before obeying, walking over to where I stood. I reached out and took Meleeza by the chin, tilting her head up so our eyes met. "You’re going to learn a lot today, my dear," I said softly, my grip gentle but assured.

" Now I want you to undress your remaining cloths and lay on this table with your legs spread." I said to Meleeza in a commanding voice. Then I pulled Jehan closer pulling from this now semi hardned cock. I stroke his cock to make it hard, With one hand still resting on Meleeza's chin, I used my other hand to guide Jehan's now fully erect cock towards Meleeza's entrance. Meleeza gasped as she felt the familiar pressure against her folds, the heat of Jehan's shaft pressing insistently against her sensitive skin. I released Meleeza's chin and placed both hands on her hips, steadying her as she positioned Jehan at the entrance to her young, tight pussy.

"Relax," I whispered, sensing Meleeza's growing anxiety. "Let him inside amd feel his warmth."

Meleeza took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of sensations swirling within her. She felt the tip of Jehan's cock nudge against her opening, and with a small nod from me, she allowed herself to yield, slowly sinking down onto Jehan's length. The sensation was overwhelming—an intense mix of fullness and warmth that made her toes curl and her breath catch in her throat. She could feel every ridge and vein of Jehan's cock as it slid deeper inside her, stretching her, filling her in a way that left her breathless.

Jehan groaned as he felt himself buried inside Meleeza, her tightness gripping him like a vice. He looked down at her, watching her face contort with a mix of pleasure and discomfort, and felt a surge of protectiveness mixed with raw, primal desire. He placed his hands on her waist, gently guiding her movements as he began to thrust into her, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of being filled.

I stepped back, watching the two of them with a predatory gleam in my eye. I crossed my arms over my chest, my gaze never leaving Meleeza's flushed face. "Enjoy yourself, Meleeza," I said, my voice dripping with amusement. "This is just the beginning."

Meleeza bit her lower lip, trying to focus on the sensations rather than the humiliation of being watched so closely. She felt Jehan's thrusts gain momentum, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hardening in the cool office air. She could hear the slap of flesh against flesh, the sound mingling with the rhythmic creak of the table beneath them.

Jehan's hands moved from her waist to her breasts, cupping them with surprising tenderness. He gave her nipples a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft moan from Meleeza. The added sensation sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her body, making her writhe on Jehan's cock. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building faster and more intensely than before.

My lips curled into a smile as I watched Meleeza's reactions. I could see the girl's struggle to keep control, the way her body trembled with each thrust. It wasn't long before Meleeza's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Jehan's as she neared climax. I decided it was time to take things a step further.

I walked around the table until I stood directly in front of Meleeza. Without warning, I leaned in and pressed my lips to Meleeza's, locking our mouths together in a passionate kiss. Meleeza's eyes flew open in shock, but the surprise quickly melted into desire as my tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her. The kiss was electrifying, a bold contrast to the softer, more tentative kisses I had shared with Jehan.

Jehan watched the interaction with rapt fascination, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he saw the exchange between the two women. The sight of his wife kissing Meleeza, of the younger girl's moans muffled against my lips, drove him wild with need. He grabbed Meleeza's hips with renewed force, pounding into her with abandon as he sought his own release.

Meleeza's world narrowed to the sensations flooding her body—the relentless thrusting of Jehan's cock, the hot, insistent press of my lips, the slick friction of her pussy clenching around Jehan's shaft. She could feel her orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over her. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she lost herself in the kiss, in the relentless rhythm of Jehan's thrusts.

Suddenly, without warning, the orgasm hit her like a freight train. Meleeza cried out into my mouth, her entire body convulsing with the force of her release. She could feel Jehan's cock pulsing inside her, flooding her with warmth as he came hard, driven over the edge by the sight of me and Meleeza locked in a heated kiss.

I pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Good girl," before returning my lips to Meleeza's. I continued to stroke Meleeza's hair, soothing her as the last waves of orgasm rippled through her body.

Jehan slowly withdrew from Meleeza, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He took a step back, breathing heavily as he tried to steady himself. I finally broke the kiss, my eyes meeting Jehan's with a knowing look. "See, Jehan?" I said, my voice low and intimate. "We make quite the team."

Meleeza collapsed back onto the table, her legs trembling, her body spent. She looked up at me and Jehan, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She didn't know what to think, what to feel, but one thing was certain—she was far from done with this unexpected journey.

The End.